Mizong Step Perfected!

The assembly dispersed, hundreds of figures scattering in a noisy tide.

No matter how much the students complained, with all the teachers in agreement, the rules of the Rookie Competition were set in stone.

The cafeteria at Wu Yi First High School was buzzing with activity.

All the students were still discussing the free-for-all format, guessing who had a shot at first place.

The table where Luoying's team sat was unusually quiet.

Yu Lei, Zhong Xian, and the others sat around the table, staring wide-eyed at Li Qingshan.

He was clutching chopsticks and shoveling food frantically, finishing one tray in under a minute before grabbing a second.

Zhao Hongzhou swallowed hard and hesitated, "Brother Shan, are you really hungry?"

"Sort of." Li Qingshan tossed back a reply, cleared the second tray in a few quick bites, set down his chopsticks, and stood up.

"I'm in a hurry. I'm out."

They all froze. Yu Lei asked in confusion, "The Rookie Competition is tomorrow. Where are you going?"

"Back to sleep!"

His voice drifted back as his figure was already ten meters away.

They stared at his retreating back, heads full of question marks.

Back in the dorm, Li Qingshan washed up quickly, then lay down on the bed, closing his eyes.

When he opened them again, the familiar circular platform came into view.

At the platform's edge, five statues stood silently.

Li Qingshan moved his Heart's Desire, and the statues vanished.

A hundred meters away, roars erupted as one human and four beast figures appeared.

"You guys are a bit weak, but I'll make do."

Li Qingshan grinned, charging bare-handed at the five monsters.

Ever since his strength had risen, ordinary Body Tempering fifth levels like Wolf Poison or You Qingya could be killed with a wave of his hand, so they no longer served as training.

But the Mizong Step's strength lay in dodging and weaving; only in battle could it improve at the fastest pace.

Li Qingshan wove between the Fierce Beasts, deliberately suppressing his speed to train, relying purely on instinct to step through the Mizong Step and evade attacks.

Time ticked by, and the Mizong Step's proficiency grew bit by bit.

At the same time, wounds accumulated on Li Qingshan's body, blood soaking his clothes.

He had suppressed his speed to Body Tempering Second or Third Level, and with only the Great Accomplishment Mizong Step, he could barely hold his own against five Body Tempering fifth-level attackers.

Fortunately, the Martial Arts Space had unlimited stamina, and surface wounds didn't hinder movement.

After over a dozen hours, when his mind could no longer hold out, Li Qingshan suddenly accelerated, counterattacked with full force, and killed the one human and four beasts with his bare hands.

Then he collapsed onto his back and fell into a deep sleep right there.

When he woke up, he summoned the monster projections again and continued training.

This cycle repeated, and he lost track of how long it went on.

Surrounded by the five monsters, struggling to dodge, Li Qingshan's eyes suddenly lit up. He stepped back with his right foot.

Wolf Poison's claws were coming from behind, and this step seemed to deliberately meet the attack.

But just as the claws were about to connect, his back shifted slightly, and he dodged by a hair's breadth.

Not only that, this uncanny step let him break free from the five monsters' encirclement entirely.

"The Marvel of Square Inch—so this is the Marvel of Square Inch!"

Li Qingshan burst out laughing, his mind clearer than ever before.

At the moment of breakthrough, it was like a sudden enlightenment, letting him instantly grasp the Marvel of Square Inch.

The Marvel of Square Inch was profound and mysterious.

At Li Qingshan's current realm, he couldn't explain it clearly, but he instinctively knew what to do.

Now, with his speed suppressed to Body Tempering Second Level, he moved through the five monsters' attacks as if strolling through a garden.

Every attack seemed about to land, yet always missed by a hair.

Unlike the Great Accomplishment Mizong Step, which sensed danger and predicted in advance—a method of being inside the situation—

the perfected Mizong Step had let Li Qingshan step outside it entirely.

Within a square inch, every point is a landing spot!

The marvel of the square inch lies beneath the feet!

In the dormitory at night, Zhao Hongzhou snored like thunder.

Li Qingshan silently opened his eyes, and the illusory Status Panel unfolded before him.

[Li Qingshan]

[Realm: Body Forging 46/100]

[Technique:

The Thirty-Sixth Set of Broadcast Gymnastics—The Stars Are Calling 1237/3000 (Great Accomplishment)]

[Martial Skills: Mizong Step (Perfection), Wind Shadow Blade (Perfection)]

[Functions: Martial Arts Space Lv1 (9/100)]

[Available Time: 6 years, 203 days]

[Time Flow Rate: 1:10]

The panel had changed a bit, but nothing worth calculating closely.

Li Qingshan glanced at the perfected Mizong Step, closed his eyes, and gradually sank into sleep.

"Brother Shan, time to get up!"

Zhao Hongzhou's voice rang in his ears. Li Qingshan opened his eyes groggily, a little unaccustomed to it.

To be honest, he hadn't slept in reality for a long time.

With the 1:10 time flow rate in the Martial Arts Space, sleeping in reality was nothing but a waste of training time.

"Brother Shan, Ren Ming brought us breakfast."

Zhao Hongzhou raised his right hand, holding a large bag of steamed buns.

Li Qingshan nodded. After a quick wash, he and Zhao Hongzhou finished breakfast in the dorm.

Then, the two stood beside the Virtual Combat Pod.

The First Year Rookie Competition was in the morning; all they had to do was lie down and wait for it to start.

"Brother Shan, what weapon do you think I should pick?" Zhao Hongzhou rubbed his hands excitedly.

Even though he'd never used one, he'd gathered plenty of intel.

Li Qingshan glanced at the Chopping Knife in the corner—the one he'd given to Zhao Hongzhou after he'd stopped using it.

"Just go with your Chopping Knife. Switching to a new weapon at the last minute will only backfire."

Although the Martial Arts Space allowed free choice of cold weapons, most students still picked the ones they used in reality.

After all, reality was the foundation. Getting used to divine weapons in the virtual space wouldn't help real combat performance.

"Alright, I'll listen to you."

Zhao Hongzhou was easy to persuade. He eagerly flipped open the pod lid and lay down.

Li Qingshan shook his head with a smile and lay down in his own Virtual Combat Pod.

Wu Yi First High School, conference room.

Same conference room as yesterday. Over a hundred teachers sat around the table.

In the center of the venue, a hundred projection screens were neatly arranged.

Each screen displayed a square platform, a hundred meters on each side.

Lü Jing stood below the screens and introduced:

"The entire battle platform is ten kilometers across. A hundred screens are enough for us to see every detail of the fights."

The Martial Arts Teachers nodded in satisfaction.

Though there was only one champion, they at least needed to understand the students' actual strength for future targeted guidance.

"Only 256 First Year students are participating. A ten-kilometer battle platform might be too much for them to cover."

A teacher joked, drawing laughter.

In the First Year Rookie Competition, most participants were at the second or third tier. The current platform was indeed too large for them.

"Don't worry. The ten-kilometer platform is mainly designed with the Second Year in mind."

Lü Jing tapped a finger, and the scenes on the hundred screens suddenly zoomed in, shrinking from a hundred-meter side length to ten meters.

"First Year students will be concentrated in the center of the platform, within a one-kilometer radius."

As his words fell, figures began appearing on the screens.

All the teachers first quickly found their own students, then began searching for Wu Yi City's team.

The ten high schools of Wu Yi, once they banded together, were undoubtedly the strongest.

Wu Yi's team was easy to spot—mostly groups of three or four, all gathered in the center of the platform.

But once they took in the exact layout, every Martial Arts Teacher furrowed their brows.

Because at the center of the platform, there weren't ten teams—there were eleven.

And the extra team, three men and one woman, stood right in the middle, surrounded by the other ten.

"Lü Jing pulled a dirty trick!"

The thought flashed through every teacher's mind, and their gazes involuntarily drifted toward Yuan Hongyan.

The only one on site worth Lü Jing targeting was Wuyuan City.

But Yuan Hongyan just frowned slightly and said nothing.

"Haha, wrapping us Luoying up in the middle—well arranged!"

Wan Keshan held a teacup in his hand and burst out laughing.

"Damn! Lü Jing's that bold?"

All the teachers were taken aback and immediately braced themselves to step in and break up a fight.

Wan Keshan's reputation wasn't for nothing.

Lü Jing unconsciously took two steps back and forced a dry laugh:

"The system randomized it. I really didn't mean to target your Luoying City."

Of course he meant to—since he'd heard Li Qingshan's name yesterday, Lü Jing naturally couldn't just sit back and do nothing.

But right now, in front of Wan Keshan, he wouldn't dare admit it even if he had ten times the nerve.

"It's fine, don't be scared. I'm genuinely praising you."

Wan Keshan smiled warmly, got up, and walked over to Lü Jing.

Just as everyone expected him to make a move, Wan Keshan slung an arm around Lü Jing's shoulders, looked up at the screen, and laughed heartily.

"You arranged it well. Very well!"

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